Category Archives: Poetry

You Are My Bridge

 

You are my bridge. My bridge to love and light.

You are my hope. The hope of my destiny.

You are my dream. The dream of success which you carried for me.

You are my safety. The safety of love and acceptance you gave me.

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Remember me. As your mother, the one who cherished you.

Remember me. As your friend who valued your opinion.

Remember me. The broken one who needed your tenderness.

Remember me. The vessel you poured your light into.

 

I miss you. The days of laughter and content.

I adore you. Your sparks of humor and helpfulness.

I remember you. My little angel with a bright future.

I hold tight to you. Your memory of rainbows and sunbeams.

 

I admire you. You lived with a rare condition.

You have great strength. Despite the bullies and false friends.

Though you were different. You were a shining example.

You are an original. Truly one among millions.

 

Your favorite color. Pink like the passionate sunrise.

Your shining eyes. Deep blue like God’s heavens.

Your wavy hair. Red, brown, blonde and gold; a mane of beauty.

Your pouting lower lip. The most beautiful smile of caring.

 

Your creative tendencies. To make art and take pictures.

Your quirky side. To tie tight knots and laugh heartily.

Your passion. To love life despite letdowns.

Your imagination. To know angels and possibilities.

 

You are beautiful. Though you didn’t believe it.

You are precious. Though you couldn’t see it.

You are worthy. Though you didn’t realize it.

You are amazing. Though you felt ordinary.

 

Let me see you. When my heart aches to be with you.

Hold me close. In the times that I’m hurting.

Give me love. Throw your soft arms around me.

Kiss my cheek. So I know you are near me.

 

You are perfect. Fun sized and abundant.

You are tender. Hugging me with your mercy.

You are gentle. Forgiving and helpful.

You are gorgeous. My baby, my angel incarnate.

 

God Bless you Celby. I’ll write for you for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to run into your arms the moment I take my last breath here on earth. Wait for me. Meet me and bring me home.

 

Death

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You think life is forever,
At least that’s how it seems;
Death is just a shadow
In your deepest, darkest dreams.

We don’t want to admit it,
Or dwell upon the pain,
But death is waiting for us
In its own destined time frame.

Death will come and take you
No matter what you say;
Your time to leave’s appointed
In your designated way.

So don’t try to deny it
Or refuse to believe it’s true;
Live your life with purpose
Until death comes for you.

-Diamante Lavendar

Flowers For My Baby

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I miss you. Tell me you’re okay.

Since I found you encompassed

Two weeks prior

In the gruesome sorrow of death’s embrace.

 

I never thought

That once again

I’d bury my hopes

With another child;

 

Life with you

Was fun and vibrant,

Full of feeling,

Loving, wild;

 

I know you’d want me

To be tough-

To continue on

Life’s lumbering pace;

 

To focus on living,

To cherish your memory,

To center myself on love,

Not hate.

 

Though I don’t understand

What happened that night

When the reaper came

To the call of fate,

 

I know you’d want me

To persevere,

To feel your love

From Heaven’s gates.

 

I am broken,

I am wrenched,

My aching soul

Screams your name;

 

But somehow I know

When I’m old

I’ll be in your happy

Presence again.

 

Life’s not fair,

Life’s a test

Of wading through fear,

Sorrow and blame;

 

Show me your mercy,

Send me your trust,

That we’ll be reunited

In Heaven again.

 

 -Love Mommy<3

Follow Your Heart

Life can be rough.
It can make you want to say,
“Enough is enough! I quit!”

You throw up your hands
In dismay,
Not wanting to go through one more day,

Or minute or hour.
But life demands that you keep moving,
Whether you feel motivated or not.

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The trials are turbulent.
The road is rocky.
Yet you know you must continue,

Despite your mind screaming
At you
That it’s time to quit.

This is the key:
Your mind is not your master.
Your heart discerns your personal truth.

Deep down you know
The right thing to do
Is to persevere;

So continue your fight
Until the sun of destiny
Shines on the horizon;

The explanation of all things difficult
Becoming a path of purpose
To Heaven’s door.

-Diamante Lavendar

Crying For A Savior

The pain you caused
Has left permanent scars
Like armies of demons
In my brain.

I am stilled by agony
In unguarded moments
Like razor blade cuts
Across my heart.

It’s been years
But somehow
Your deathly grip
Still holds me fast;

I crawl
Like a wounded animal
Through the dust and debris
Of the past

Crying for a Savior.

How is it
That after thirty seven years
You still reach me
From the coldness of your grave?

Groping and grasping,
Ripping my flesh off in layers,
Stabbing your evil
Through my heart and soul?

Will I ever be free
To live as I dream of living
Or will I forever be
Your prisoner of anguish and shame?

I deserve to be happy
I dream of it every day
But somehow your memory
Always succeeds

At burying me with you in a Hell you so adeptly created for both of us.

 

A video of my poem entitled Don’t Give Up!

A while ago I wrote a poem encouraging myself and others not to give up. I posted it on my blog under poems. Then I had the idea to make it into a video:

I posted it on my youtube channel and now I’m creating even more videos.  If you subscribe, you’ll see each new video as they come out.  I’m mixing things up a bit and creating numerous types of videos for my subscribers….all inspirational in nature.

I love getting to know my readers and viewers.  Feel free to leave comments and I’ll be sure to respond at my earliest convenience.

Thanks for being part of my creative process!  Cheers!

Love Is All That Really Matters

His name was John. He was a quiet man.
He cared not about living according to the precepts of humanity.
He preferred life to be simple,
For in simplicity he saw grandeur.

When he spoke, his voice was meek;
Most times others ignored his unassuming nature.
His peacefulness was seen as weakness,
His generosity a flaw of the human condition.

Quietly he walked through life in the most ordinary way.
The corridors he passed on his journeys were well populated
Though he was hardly noticed;
It was as if he hadn’t walked them at all.

When he spoke his voice was but a whisper;
A breeze passing by the others who were near.
His words fell silently around them,
And they scarcely took the time to even glance his way.

A select few did notice his passing;
They stopped to smile and nod at his peaceful candor.
After he had spoken, their hearts soared with new life,
For they saw John’s beautiful nature, and intelligence.

As humanity swarmed around him,
Rushing and darting to keep pace with the craziness that society expects,
John noticed the stars in the sky and the warm summer breeze.
He felt the green grass beneath his feet and warmth of the sun on his face.

Children surrounded him and listened to him speak,
Laughing and smiling at the stories that he skillfully told,
Just as a spider spins a beautiful, glistening web,
Were his observations of life and life’s journeys.

He always stopped to feed the birds and to watch the butterflies
Flit through the air like colorful, miniature kites;
His day was complete when he had the opportunity
To pet a neighbor’s dog or feed a squirrel in the park.

John appeared to be elusive, but that was only because
Everyone around him was too busy to stop for a moment;
To meet as one heart to another, to find a place
Of commonality or interests shared.

“He’s different,” they would say. “Too quiet. A bit off.”
He heard their comments but it didn’t bother him.
He knew what was truly important.
“They must only learn,” he thought quietly in his head.

He remembered the gunshots in the war,
His friends dying around him; his best friend
Pleading as he bled to death in his arms,
“Tell my son I love him.”

John knew life was brief. He valued the things
That others took for granted; things like
Peace; happiness; soft, puffy clouds in the sky,
A quiet place to sleep at night. The hug of a child.

And he knew their indifference was not deliberate,
It was just that they hadn’t known what he had known:
That life was a gift, it was not something to be taken for granted;
And that its purpose was to give love to others;

Even if they didn’t understand why it was being given,
Or what they were supposed to do with it once they received it.
Love’s grand purpose would make itself known at just the right time,
In just the right place with just the right people with absolute perfection.

And that, John knew, was all that really mattered.

Don’t Give Up

When you’ve tried your best,
Been challenged and tested,
And you’re still wading through the muck,
Don’t give up.

When your dreams aren’t handed,
To you on a silver platter,
And you feel like nothing matters,
Don’t give up.

When others tell you
How wonderful their lives are,
Know that they too have scars.
Don’t give up.

When sorrow hangs around,
Like a thorny crown,
And everybody tells you to smile,
Don’t give up.

Life is a series of tests
And tribulations
With an occasional vacation, so
Don’t give up.

The sun always shines,
After it’s been gone a while,
Know you’ll make it through your trials.
Don’t give up.

For others are watching you,
To see what you will do.
And if they see you make it through,
They might not give up.

The Dance Of Life

Life is a dance; it is a dance
Of love, of compassion,
Of nature, of wit,
If you do it right.

A dance
Of happiness, of holiness,
Of peace, of helpfulness,
If you follow your own enlightened path.

And when your last days come,
You will know if you’ve succeeded
By the people who have gathered around you
And the people who hold you in their hearts.

For life is not a game of chance;
It is a testament
Of who you are as a person
And who you have become,

Through the path
You have chosen to walk
While you found yourself
Here on earth.

Life Is A Journey by Diamante Lavendar

 

 

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day

“I love you, mom,” she said;
“I know you do,” I answered.

My thoughts became stepping stones,
Leading down a path in my mind.

I remembered her youth;
Her first words, her first steps;

“Mama,” she babbled, holding chubby arms wide,
For me to pick her up.

Then she was leaving on the bus,
For the first day of school;

I stood in the driveway,
And watched the bus take my baby away.

“I think he likes me,” she smiled as she
Showed me his picture. “Isn’t he cute?”

I unwrapped her first purchased gift in pink wrapping paper;
A bottle of perfume for my birthday.

She smiled and waved as she got behind the wheel
Of her first car, honking the horn as she left.

“I’m pregnant,” her voice cracked
On the other end of the phone.

I heard the cries of my first grandchild
As I watched her being born;

I held my granddaughter, marveling at her
Soft cheeks and perfect little fingers and toes.

I took the gift from my daughter.
My grandchild looked up at me and smiled.

“I love you too,” I said softly.
“Happy Mother’s Day.”